#not a reason to cry (usually)

[arttsuka]

Based on somewhat real events

I spent way too much time drawing this...

But yeah, Ford finally saying thank you

A continuation (kinda)

[verte-vae]

Sans has reach on you.

IJAG Sans belongs to @htsan

Clean ver

[dogd0m-charlie]

i feel like I'm cursed because i keep getting so fucking horny and wanting to just grab a guy roughly by the hips and grind against him and make him whine and squirm and beg for me to keep going and then growl and rip his clothes off with my teeth and mount him and fuck him and breed him like the world is ending but . I've just been conditioned to be so so polite and quiet and passive and nonconfrontational that i cannot initiate anything or even mention that i want to do anything without feeling a strong urge to hide my face in my hands and run away

[saevity]

heartstopper s2 was so good i love them forever and ever and ever🍂🍂🍂 when is it MY turn to romantically run though paris??????

[clottedscream]

“it’s just a warmup sketch,” i say to myself. “i’m just gonna warm up on shading and coloring. i’m just warming up on anatomy.” my spine crackles from sitting in shrimp stance for 2 hours. “just to warm up.”

[skylarbee]

miles watching 505... and putting on a brave face

(via kkmeeluqq's IG story, 17.10.2023)

[rainbowinbeigeboots]

do you ever just cry while thinking about how tender creature is with lisa or are you normal?

[hwi-noree]

rereading gideon the ninth for the fourth (fifth?) time and thinking once again abt the similarities between harrowhark and tenar/arha from the tombs of atuan. there's the obvious fact that they're both cult priestesses, there's the intricate rituals and gothic imagery etc. but there is also, of course, the trauma

[looloolands]

Stolitz would be so much better and a lot more flavorful if Stolas really was a bratty prince who had lived a long life and was looking for something fun and new just for the sake of it only to accidentally fall in love with his "toy." I loved him a whole lot more when I thought he was a sassy and messy ancient being looking for a good time and I was even able to still like him (albeit a lot less) after that was changed.

But these days it feels like I am being forced to feel bad for Stolas. Every episode he's in, it's another sad thing with him I have to learn. Like

If Stolas really was a big, strong, ancient being who really was trying to figure out how to build a relationship out of something he created only for fun and sex and how to apologize for seeing Blitz as a "plaything" and making him feel like a toy- if ANYTHING was just HIS FAULT -I would be there so much.

But he's not that, unfortunately.

He is unfortunately just a really sad guy in his late-thirties going through a midlife crisis and a messy breakup.

[honeycreammilkshake]

i wonder if, in another world where sukuna had said yes and yuuji did take blobkuna back with him, they would watch movies together.

sukuna criticizes all of them and seems to be into only the mindless slasher or horror ones (the gorier the better) but one day yuuji puts on something more serious. sukuna complains the whole time as he sits in yuuji's cupped hands, but then the brat stops arguing with him suddenly and goes quiet during the sad part of the film.

it's not the film that moves sukuna. he didn't even bother to pay attention enough to really know what's going on. but for some reason, when yuuji starts crying, hot tears that drip right down on sukuna, the former king of curses can't look away and he doesn't realize until much later that his own eye is wet as well.

he denies it. he makes fun of yuuji for crying. maybe he even licks yuuji's tears off his wrist just to be gross and rile him up. but he can't stop thinking about how close he felt to yuuji in that one moment, almost like they were sharing bodies again, and maybe he would like to go back to living inside of yuuji. if only to make him cry instead of the movie doing it. or maybe he just likes feeling yuuji's emotions. maybe being inside of yuuji is the closest he can come to feeling those emotions for himself. because maybe it's not such a weakness after all.

[pieflavorpie]

So Alice being standoffish and generally rather rude towards Celia cause she's essentially a jealous ex is cute n ok

But Sam being annoyed and exhausted [& therefore rude] when his ex [who is implied to have a history of using slightly-less-moral methods to try and get him to stop chasing his obsessions] was once again seemingly using less-than-moral methods (lying) to once again stop him from chasing after his obsession is just rude and 'I can't defend you for this one'. Bro.

[greglow03]

Bro said No Gherkins!🥒🥒

Okay, so this is something I cooked up!🤗 Was inspired by the "No pickles post". But instead of them not hearing it, they didn't understand him, lol. Greg ain't happy his bro got gherkins in his burger, so he's standing up for Evan :3 - The bros🙍‍♂️🙍‍♂️

(fyi - gherkin is british for pickle, and we know our boy Evan is British 0w0)

Hope you like 'em! :33

drawing with no text below \/\/\/

Rambling in the tags :3

[insertsona]

hi ! you wanna comm me sooo bad

tried to make the sheets as clear as possible but if anything is confusing just ask !!!

WE'RE OPEN AGAIN!!! :3

[sysig]

Delusions (Patreon)

"Could I have your hand, sir?" Max didn't move, which Dexter was, sadly, getting used to.

"Sir?" Max jerked, then turned and stared at him, lost and blank. "Your hand, please."

Max's hand lifted shakily, and he laid it gently in Dexter's upturned palm. Dexter gave a quick and quiet "thank you," then turned it over in his own hand, observing him closely.

Too closely - his knuckles were rough and his fingernails were dull and cracked in places. His once-soft, not-a-day-in-his-life-subjected-to-hard-labour hands were now, already, toughened and split and scarred in places, especially the heel of his palm. He turned it over again, this time to stop looking so intensely. He had only wanted to give it a cursory glance to begin with.

"Do you know what I see, sir?" he asked as conversationally as he could manage, running his fingers along Max's abused flesh. He seemed to be at least half paying attention, his eye gazing down between them, and he'd occasionally twitch, encouragingly Dexter thought. He seemed to want to curl around him, then stopped and shook, his hand squeezing into a fist. Dexter coaxed him back out, encouraged him to hold himself lightly.

"What do you see?" He was almost startled by Max actually continuing their conversation, that happened so rarely now, shaking and quiet as it was. He took a deep breath, was he really going to do this?

"I see a hand, with five fingers." Max remained quiet, though his brow curled, and a guarded look came into his eye, though he still wasn't looking at Dexter. He felt a pang of guilt, but he had to try. "What do you see?"

Max's eye unfocused and began to water. He looked up, but not enough to reach Dexter's gaze in return, instead staring through his chest, and he felt just as hollow and empty as he must look to him.

"Do you take me for a fool, DAX?" Quiet and as close to angry as he'd heard since they'd been here.

No, not angry.

Betrayed.

He swallowed down the stinging lump at the back of his throat. He had to put on a brave face, had to keep his composure if he wanted Max to get better. That was the only thing he wanted, more than anything.

"Of course not, sir. Genuinely, what do you see?"

Max pulled his hand away and turned his body, his bandaged side facing Dexter. Shutting him out, pointedly. Dexter's empty hand curled into a fist, he was no better.

"Please, don't..." Max took a shallow, shuddering breath, and several beats before he spoke again, even quieter. "Don't ridicule me." Dexter could hear his breath catch, and he wanted nothing more than for this all to just stop.

"Sir, I didn't-"

"I've had enough of that." He shook his head stiffly, the action strange and wrong, like he had forgotten how. He stilled, his head turned even further away. "More than enough."

[cardos-talking]

every time i finish a piece i want to fckn drop art... even if i want to draw, this shit is so discouraging for some reason, it's been months and im tired

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found this post in my drafts from april i think? but i still feel it so much, nothing has changed. idk why i keep drawing, just bc i have nothing else to do and i feel guilty to waste all those years i spent learning? idk. lately for some reason every small thing feels like a kick in the gut and i've been contemplating about stopping for a while. and considering health issues every art feels like the last now

I never feel like i belong anywhere, in any fandom i like, in any group that i might be invited to... it makes me feel a bit nicer when someone says that my art cheered them up a bit or sth but it's so temporary :( i miss the days when my art alone made me a bit proud like hell yeah i drew that (which there wasn't much of them either)

before i started posting my art online, i was drawing very rarely and only for myself or that one "friend" who either ignored it or said like cool or sth and changed the topic. I absolutely hated what i do. I spend years to start loving my art, i like what i drew during that "offline" period now, i liked what i did at the time and much of my confidence was coming from online support. And now it's all just gone??? all those years, gone in a few weeks it's so dumb. Idk why i write this or why anyone would read this i'm just so done

gonna push myself and keep goin yet again i guess

[iite-cool]

i love simon and period sex as much as the next person but i have to speak my truth and that is that i don't think he could do it. i think even the idea of doing it makes him sick and it's not because it's period blood but more that it's your blood and he can't fucking handle that. he cannot just watch you bleed, he won't do it he can't he will not let another person he loves bleed out.

so when you're on your period, he'll be as sweet as he is always - big, warm paws against your tummy and massaging your back, gentle kisses to your cheek and a tub of ice cream in his hands. and if you paw at him and beg for just a bit, he'll be more than happy to guide your hips back and forth over his thigh.

don't worry, he'll make it up once it's over.